病瘦形如鶴，愁焦鬢似蓬。
損心詩思裏，伐性酒狂中。
I listen to my grandchildren, reading me a book; I watch the servants, heating up my soup. With rapid pencil I answer the poems of friends;
華蓋何曾惜，金丹不致功。
猶須自慙媿，得作白頭翁。
I feel in my pockets and pull out medicine-money. When this superintendence of trifling affairs is done, I lie back on my pillows and sleep with my face to the South.